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THE Cook of London while the Reeve thus spake	A
For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the back	B
'Aha ' quoth he 'for Christes passion	C
This Miller had a sharp conclusion	C
Upon this argument of herbergage lodging	D
Well saide Solomon in his language	E
Bring thou not every man into thine house	F
For harbouring by night is perilous	G
Well ought a man avised for to be a man should take good heed	H
Whom that he brought into his privity	H
I pray to God to give me sorrow and care	I
If ever since I highte Hodge of Ware was called	H
Heard I a miller better set a work handled	H
He had a jape of malice in the derk trick	J
But God forbid that we should stinte here stop	K
And therefore if ye will vouchsafe to hear	L
A tale of me that am a poore man	M
I will you tell as well as e'er I can	M
A little jape that fell in our city '	N
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Our Host answer'd and said 'I grant it thee	O
Roger tell on and look that it be good	H
For many a pasty hast thou letten blood	H
And many a Jack of Dover lt gt hast thou sold	H
That had been twice hot and twice cold	H
Of many a pilgrim hast thou Christe's curse	P
For of thy parsley yet fare they the worse	P
That they have eaten in thy stubble goose	Q
For in thy shop doth many a fly go loose	Q
Now tell on gentle Roger by thy name	R
But yet I pray thee be not wroth for game angry with my jesting	J
A man may say full sooth in game and play '	-
'Thou sayst full sooth ' quoth Roger 'by my fay	S
But sooth play quad play lt gt as the Fleming saith	O
And therefore Harry Bailly by thy faith	O
Be thou not wroth else we departe here part company	O
Though that my tale be of an hostelere innkeeper	T
But natheless I will not tell it yet	H
But ere we part y wis thou shalt be quit ' lt gt assuredly	O
And therewithal he laugh'd and made cheer lt gt	H
And told his tale as ye shall after hear	L
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THE TALE	U
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A prentice whilom dwelt in our city	H
And of a craft of victuallers was he	H
Galliard he was as goldfinch in the shaw lively grove	V
Brown as a berry a proper short fellaw	U
With lockes black combed full fetisly daintily	U
And dance he could so well and jollily	U
That he was called Perkin Revellour	L
He was as full of love and paramour	L
As is the honeycomb of honey sweet	H
Well was the wenche that with him might meet	H
At every bridal would he sing and hop	K
He better lov'd the tavern than the shop	K
For when there any riding was in Cheap lt gt	H
Out of the shoppe thither would he leap	W
And till that he had all the sight y seen	X
And danced well he would not come again	Y
And gather'd him a meinie of his sort company of fellows	Z
To hop and sing and make such disport	H
And there they sette steven for to meet made appointment	H
To playen at the dice in such a street	H
For in the towne was there no prentice	A2
That fairer coulde cast a pair of dice	B2
Than Perkin could and thereto he was free he spent money liberally	U
Of his dispence in place of privity where he would not be seen	X
That found his master well in his chaffare merchandise	C2
For oftentime he found his box full bare	L
For soothely a prentice revellour	L
That haunteth dice riot and paramour	L
His master shall it in his shop abie suffer for	L
All have he no part of the minstrelsy although	O
For theft and riot they be convertible	U
All can they play on gitern or ribible guitar or rebeck	J
Revel and truth as in a low degree	L
They be full wroth all day as men may see at variance	D2
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This jolly prentice with his master bode	H
Till he was nigh out of his prenticehood	H
All were he snubbed both early and late rebuked	H
And sometimes led with revel to Newgate	H
But at the last his master him bethought	H
Upon a day when he his paper lt gt sought	H
Of a proverb that saith this same word	H
Better is rotten apple out of hoard	H
Than that it should rot all the remenant	H
So fares it by a riotous servant	H
It is well lesse harm to let him pace pass go	O
Than he shend all the servants in the place corrupt	H
Therefore his master gave him a quittance	D2
And bade him go with sorrow and mischance	D2
And thus this jolly prentice had his leve desire	L
Now let him riot all the night or leave refrain	E2
And for there is no thief without a louke lt gt	H
That helpeth him to wasten and to souk spend	H
Of that he bribe can or borrow may steal	U
Anon he sent his bed and his array	L
Unto a compere of his owen sort comrade	H
That loved dice and riot and disport	H
And had a wife that held for countenance for appearances	D2
A shop and swived for her sustenance prostituted herself	F2

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